Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.